“Now the choice has finally been made, you've put the story on the front page and produced the sort of collection of special reports that usually accompanies a major news event, not the announcement of the casting of one tired old film role.” (James Bond) It was my 4th marriage proposal since becoming single. It's the first one I seriously considered. And unlike Carrie Underwood, who said, "It's nice to know you have support. Last night I got a marriage proposal. I just laughed," I didn't laugh. I didn't even throw up. I cried. And then I said yes. I was getting married. To Bachelor #5. I'd searched high (and low, as documented by some of the men I dated!) for him. And in the end, there were 31 men but there was only one winner. Bachelor #5. Mr. Awesome. The one I said, "Yes," to; my "yes" man." I only have 'yes' men around me. Who needs 'no' men?” (Mae West) By the way, his name is Mike. But since I'm pretty sure he doesn't want anyone to know his name, and for the sake of his anonymity and to honor the stealth in which he won my heart by simply being himself while making me think he was never even remotely interested in me, and because I don't think we can really call him a "bachelor" anymore, shall we call him... Agent M? I think James Bond, or Albert Broccoli, would approve. And besides, you should see Agent M in a tuxedo.